aspirin for the zombies

the night's wind
just blows us
like plastic pharmacy bags,
as if
the wind were nothing more
than
a child's whim.

and there are holes
within us,
that enable us
to be like kites.

some might say
that the wind is
a 50 foot monster
that takes up
too much space
within the emptiness
of our brains.

either way,
we are just searching
for something a little more
near
that will help combat
our zombies
that are scratching our brains
in the middle of the night.